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Andrea
Emily led Andy into the bedroom without letting go of her hand.
As soon as they crossed the doorway, Andy tugged gently, pulling Emily back against her.
Emily laughed quietly as Andy stole another kiss.
"Greedy."
"You've been busy all week."
Emily couldn't argue with that.
She kissed Andy once more, then pulled her close.
Andy’s arms tightened around her, fingers slipping gently through her hair.
"I missed you too."
Emily grumbled into her shoulder before reluctantly letting go.
"Shut up, Andrea."
Andy laughed.
"No."
Her eyes drifted automatically towards Emily's nightstand.
Then back to Emily.
The corner of Emily's mouth lifted.
"Predictable."
"What?"
Emily shook her head and walked around the bed, straight past the nightstand to her wardrobe.
She opened one of the wardrobe doors, revealing an entire section of neatly organised shelving.
The shelves were lined with carefully arranged toys.
Everything had its place.
Emily turned back to Andy, looking unbearably smug.
Andy stared at the shelves.
"It's not a drawer?"
"No."
After another second, Andy laughed under her breath.
"I may have underestimated the scale of the operation."
Emily turned to the shelves herself.
"A drawer would have been impractical."
Andy pointed.
"There are shelves."
"Yes."
"Many shelves."
"Andrea."
Andy wandered over until she was beside Emily.
She slipped an arm around Emily's waist as she looked at the shelves.
"You're so weird."
"Efficient."
Andy turned back to her.
"Weird."
"Organised."
Andy shook her head.
Then she looked properly.
It was organised, labelled, and even colour-coded in sections.
Andy reached out, hesitated, then looked over her shoulder.
"Can I touch the exhibits?"
Emily closed her eyes briefly.
"They are not exhibits."
Andy glanced back at the shelves.
"They really are."
Emily let out a quiet sigh.
"You're impossible."
"I'm curious."
"Those are not mutually exclusive statements."
"I’m taking that as a yes."
Andy smiled to herself before carefully lifting the nearest vibrator from its place.
It was small, pink, and somehow extremely pretty.
It probably hadn't been cheap.
She turned it over in her hands slowly before putting it back exactly where she'd found it.
Emily stepped forward, nudged it back half an inch, then settled back against Andy's side.
Andy glanced up at the next shelf and saw an empty section in the middle.
"Emily."
"Andrea."
"Why is there an empty section?"
"Preparation."
"What else could you possibly be preparing for?"
Emily sighed.
"It’s for you. For us."
Andy looked at the empty shelf.
"Oh…"
After a moment, she reached for the one they had used in Paris.
Emily gently caught her wrist.
"Not that one."
She reached to the shelf above instead and selected a slightly larger purple set before placing it in Andy's hands.
Andy weighed it in her hands.
"This one?"
"Yes."
Andy smiled.
"Good to know."
She placed the strap-on on the nightstand behind them before returning to the wardrobe.
Emily was already moving along the shelves, selecting a few more items and adding them to the growing pile.
She lifted one item.
Paused.
Put it back.
Chose another instead.
Andy folded her arms.
"You're being very specific."
"Quality control."
"Why do I feel like you have a full tactical plan?"
Emily didn't even look up from the wardrobe.
"I'm Lesbian Batman, darling. Of course I do."
Andy burst out laughing.
"You're never letting that go, are you?"
Emily selected a pair of handcuffs without glancing up.
"Certainly not."
She added her selections to the nightstand.
Andy glanced down at the growing collection.
"You've really thought about this."
Emily paused beside the bed.
"Yes."
She settled onto the edge of the bed, apparently satisfied.
Andy smiled to herself before returning to the shelves.
She still had many questions.
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Emily
Emily gave up any pretence of directing the wardrobe tour.
She watched Andy continue her investigation from the bed.
"Finished?"
Andy didn't even look around.
"Not even remotely."
"Of course."
Every so often, Andy picked something up, studied it with complete seriousness, then returned it with almost exaggerated care.
Emily didn't interrupt.
She simply let Andy take her time.
After another minute, Andy finally turned to Emily and made her way over.
"You weren't exaggerating."
"No."
Emily let the silence sit for another second.
"Strip."
Andy laughed in surprise.
"Hello?"
Emily glanced meaningfully at the pile on the nightstand before looking back at Andy.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Strip."
Andy stared.
After a long moment, she simply nodded and began undressing.
First her shirt, then her skirt and tights.
Piece by piece.
Until she was standing in nothing but her underwear.
A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Emily's mouth.
"Keep going."
Andy hesitated before reaching for her bra clasp.
The bra slipped to the floor.
A faint blush spread across Andy's cheeks.
That was not remotely conducive to clear thinking.
Emily looked her over.
Then she held out her arms.
Andy crossed the room without hesitation.
As soon as Andy reached her, Emily pulled her into her lap until Andy was straddling her.
Their lips met instantly.
Emily’s fingers threaded into Andy’s hair as she deepened the kiss.
Andy reached for the hem of Emily's shirt.
Emily shook her head.
"Not yet."
She grabbed Andy's hands and placed them on her shoulders.
Then her mouth moved to Andy's jaw, kissing the sensitive skin slowly.
Her hands found Andy's breasts, thumbs brushing gently across her hardened nipples.
Andy moaned, gripping Emily's shoulders tighter.
Emily’s lips drifted down the curve of Andy’s neck.
Andy's hips drove forward into Emily.
It took everything in Emily not to moan.
"Impatient."
Emily gave her nipples a small squeeze.
Andy whimpered as her fingers dug further into Emily.
"Emily."
Emily didn't answer.
She cupped Andy's breast with one hand and lowered her mouth to her nipple.
Her tongue began swirling and sucking in turns.
Emily forgot where she was until Andy's hips drove forward again.
Harder this time.
Emily’s other hand steadied Andy by the waist.
She gently bit Andy's nipple.
Andy gasped.
Emily moved to the other breast, taking the nipple into her mouth.
When Emily looked up, Andy’s eyes were closed, her head tipped back as she arched her back, driving her hips forwards again.
Bloody hell.
Emily could do this all night.
Andy, however, clearly could not.
Emily reluctantly let go and pulled Andy into another kiss.
Andy kissed her deeply and grabbed Emily's hand, pushing it between her legs.
Emily met Andy's eyes.
Trust Andy to negotiate without a single word.
"That was persuasive."
Andy's eyes widened as she bit her lip.
Without breaking eye contact, Emily reached for the nightstand and slipped a small finger vibrator onto her index finger.
Andy’s breath caught.
Emily winked.
Andy gasped sharply as the toy hummed to life.
Emily smiled before kissing the top of Andy's head.
After a moment, she steadied Andy with one hand and reached between her legs with the other, careful not to touch her yet.
Andy groaned.
"Emily, please."
She opened her legs wider, pushing her hips forward.
Emily couldn't help smiling.
There was something deeply satisfying about hearing Andy dissolve into whispered pleas.
Andy buried her face against Emily's shoulder.
Emily suddenly pressed her finger firmly against Andy.
"Oh my God," Andy gasped, her body shaking instantly.
Emily traced slow circles over her sensitive skin.
Andy's head tipped back, her body trembling above Emily.
"Emily," she whispered shakily.
Emily's hand tightened at her waist, pulling Andy closer.
She closed her eyes for half a heartbeat.
Hearing Andy say her name like that was becoming a dangerous weakness.
"Em," Andy whispered.
Emily groaned softly against her.
She had intended to stay composed.
That plan was becoming increasingly unrealistic.
Andy's thighs were trembling.
Emily slowly slid her finger into her and felt Andy's thighs clench around her own.
Andy began to rock her hips.
A soft, broken sound escaped Emily's throat.
Emily began moving her finger faster, curving it inside her.
Andy groaned against Emily’s neck before grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Emily moaned loudly.
That was a deeply unfair move.
Andy's moans intensified.
Then she went quiet.
Emily knew exactly what that meant.
She kissed Andy's forehead once.
"Not yet."
Then she withdrew her finger and set the vibrator onto the bed.
Andy tried to catch her breath.
Emily guided her gently off her lap and onto the bed.
Then she stepped back, removed her clothes, and slipped onto the bed beside Andy, pressing gentle kisses across her face.
Andy cupped Emily's cheek, still catching her breath.
Her gaze dropped from Emily's face, taking in the rest of her.
She smiled.
"There you are."
Emily rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
She brushed one last kiss over Andy's mouth.
Then reached for the pair of handcuffs.
Andy laughed.
"Oh God."
Emily looked at her.
"Indeed."
Andy studied her for a long moment before quietly holding out her wrists.
Emily's chest tightened.
Emily secured them carefully, checking the fit before tapping the quick-release catch.
"If required."
Andy smiled and nodded.
Emily lifted Andy's joined hands above her head and leaned in, kissing her slowly until they were both smiling.
Then she pulled back and held Andy's gaze for a moment before reaching for a larger vibrator and turning it on.
She positioned it just outside Andy’s entrance and found her mouth for another kiss.
Slow and deep.
Emily bit her lower lip as she pushed the toy a fraction of an inch closer.
Andy moaned into her mouth.
Emily moved the toy very slowly in a circle, careful not to get any closer.
"How bad do you want it, darling?"
"So bad," Andy breathed.
Emily searched Andy’s face.
"Ask."
Andy looked away, then returned her gaze to Emily a second later.
She was completely flustered.
"Please."
Emily raised her eyebrow.
Andy laughed nervously.
She took a deep breath and looked straight at Emily.
"Please, just fuck me, Emily."
Emily's breath caught.
Then she pushed the toy slowly into her.
Andy threw her head back.
"Oh fuck."
Emily settled into a steady rhythm.
Andy’s hips followed.
So did the continuous moans.
She was gone immediately.
Eyes closed.
Thighs trembling.
Back arched off the mattress.
Hands still cuffed above her head.
Every time Andy tried to lower her arms, Emily pushed them back up.
Andy had dissolved into incoherent pleas.
Emily withdrew the vibrator.
She listened to Andy whine before easing it back inside.
Then she held Andy's cuffed hands with one hand while guiding the toy with the other.
Her mouth found the sensitive spot under Andy’s ear and lingered.
Deliberately.
"Fuck—"
Emily sped up her pace.
It didn't take long.
Andy arched fully off the mattress and let out the most devastating sound.
Emily groaned in response, guiding Andy through the waves of her pleasure.
As Andy's breathing calmed slightly, Emily removed the toy, switched it off, and placed it beside them.
Then she removed the cuffs.
Andy pulled Emily into a hug.
Emily brushed a strand of hair away from Andy's face.
She rested their foreheads together before kissing her forehead.
Andy laughed.
"Hi."
Emily rolled her eyes.
What a ridiculous sentence.
"Hello."
They lay quietly in each other's arms.
Emily traced absent-minded circles across Andy's arm, neither of them making any move to let go.
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Andrea
Andy's breathing gradually settled as she held Emily.
She buried her face in Emily's hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.
After a long quiet moment, Andy cupped Emily’s cheek and guided her into another kiss.
The kiss lingered before deepening.
Her free hand wandered slowly down the centre of Emily’s chest, over her stomach, and came to rest at her hip.
Andy pulled her in closer.
A very soft sound escaped Emily.
Andy immediately smiled into the kiss.
Then she pulled gently on Emily's bottom lip with her teeth before resting their foreheads together.
"Emily."
"Hmm."
Andy could feel the heat in her cheeks already.
"I want to use the purple one."
Emily’s mouth curved faintly.
"Interesting."
Andy shook her head.
Then her eyes met Emily's.
The answer arrived quietly.
"On you."
Emily became completely still.
Her eyes searched Andy's face.
For a long moment, Andy thought she might not answer.
"Okay."
For a second Andy simply stared at her.
Emily didn't look away.
She nodded once.
"I want to."
Andy's smile softened.
She leaned in and kissed her before standing and moving to the nightstand.
She picked up the strap-on carefully and quickly realised she had no idea what she was doing.
Emily laughed softly behind her, climbed off the bed and helped Andy put it on.
"There."
Emily gave the strap a final adjustment before stepping back.
Andy grinned instantly.
"I think this suits me."
She swung her hips slightly.
"It definitely does."
She thrust once into the air and laughed.
Emily still hadn’t spoken.
Andy looked over and saw Emily staring, a slight blush creeping up her neck.
Emily opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
After a second, she closed it again and nodded.
"Yes."
Andy’s grin became unbearable.
She had rendered Emily Charlton speechless.
She was definitely never going to let Emily forget this.
Andy closed the distance between them, taking Emily's hand and guiding her back to the bed.
She watched Emily settle back against the pillows, then let her guide Andy into position above her.
Once Andy was settled, she leaned down and kissed Emily again.
Andy brushed the hair out of Emily’s face before kissing her jaw.
Emily's hands found her waist, instinctively guiding Andy into position.
Her breath was already unsteady.
Andy smiled against her neck.
She kissed Emily's cheek before finding her mouth again.
A small moan escaped Emily before she kissed Andy harder.
She pulled Andy’s hips closer, her own hips moving involuntarily beneath her.
Andy met Emily’s gaze.
Emily raised an eyebrow.
Andy couldn't help smiling.
That did something catastrophic to Emily's self-control.
She grabbed Andy’s hips and pulled the strap-on completely into her.
They both moaned at the contact.
Andy began to move with Emily without hesitation.
Their lips met in a blur of kisses, moans and ragged breaths.
Emily’s legs wrapped around Andy’s waist.
Then her hands moved to Andy’s breasts, teasing her nipples.
Andy shook her head and guided her hands away, then kissed her again.
After a moment, Emily kissed along Andy’s jaw.
Andy pulled back and ran her finger over Emily’s mouth before kissing her neck instead.
Emily’s back arched slightly.
Then, almost instinctively, Emily's hands tried to find Andy's breasts again.
Andy took her hands gently and pinned them above Emily’s head.
She placed soft kisses up Emily’s shoulder before kissing under her ear.
Then she let Emily’s hands go.
Emily's hands paused in midair.
Without warning Andy increased her speed.
Emily arched off the mattress again, her hands finding Andy's back.
"Andy—"
Their rhythm became much more urgent.
Emily was now clinging to her, fingers tightening against her back.
Andy looked at Emily.
Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back into the pillow.
She kept muttering between moans.
Emily wasn't saying anything coherent anymore.
Just Andy's name.
She wasn't directing anything.
She was simply holding on.
Emily pulled Andy even closer.
"Andy—"
She moaned breathlessly.
Andy kissed her temple and continued her pace.
"I’ve got you."
Emily's hand found the side of Andy's face.
Her eyes stayed closed.
She pushed Andy’s face lower.
She didn't seem to realise she was doing it.
Andy grinned.
Then she pressed a kiss beneath her jaw.
Emily was trembling now.
Her legs still wrapped tightly around Andy’s waist.
"Andy—"
One of Andy's hands slipped into Emily's hair, her fingers threading through the strands before gently pulling.
At the same time, Andy kissed under her ear.
Emily moaned loudly.
Andy looked up.
"Emily."
Emily's eyes opened and met hers.
Neither looked away.
Andy smiled.
She brushed her thumb gently across Emily's cheek.
She saw the moment Emily let go before she felt her body tense beneath her.
Emily’s fingers tightened against her skin.
Her body shook as Andy held her steady, continuing her thrusts until the trembling eased.
Andy fell breathless on top of Emily.
Emily held her, one hand slowly smoothing through Andy's hair.
Neither of them seemed capable of speaking.
Andy let her head rest on Emily's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long time.
Eventually Emily pressed a kiss into Andy's hair and murmured that they should probably move before they both fell asleep.
Andy laughed softly but made no effort to let go.
It took several more minutes before either of them finally climbed out of bed.
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Emily
By the time Andy wandered into the kitchen, Emily had pulled on one of Andy's oversized university hoodies and a pair of loose pyjama bottoms.
She followed her through and was greeted by the sight of Andy attempting to make grilled cheese.
Emily sat at the table.
She watched in silence as Andy burned the first slice.
This woman.
She was utterly ridiculous.
Emily's chest tightened unexpectedly.
She chose to ignore it.
Eventually she stood and walked over.
"Move."
Andy looked immediately offended.
"Hey. I’m doing it."
"It’s marginally on fire."
"That’s dramatic."
Emily looked pointedly at the blackened bread.
"Charcoal."
Andy pointed at it with the spatula.
"It’s only slightly overdone."
"Andrea."
"What?"
Emily sighed.
"It’s entirely charcoal."
She simply stared at it.
Andy followed her gaze.
"Okay, maybe a little."
Emily held out her hand.
"Give."
Andy sighed theatrically before surrendering the spatula.
"You're incredibly bossy."
Emily ignored that.
She nodded towards the table.
"Sit."
Andy obeyed with exaggerated reluctance.
Fifteen minutes later they were sitting side by side at the kitchen table with grilled cheese, tomato soup and fresh coffee.
Andy took one bite.
"This is annoyingly better than mine."
Emily didn't look up from her sandwich.
"Obviously."
Andy nudged her knee beneath the table.
"Thank you."
Emily reached across and stole Andy’s coffee.
"It’s just toast, Andrea."
The corner of her mouth betrayed her and lifted.
Unfortunately, Andy noticed.
She was immediately grinning.
"Very caring toast."
"Bloody hell."
Emily's gaze flicked to the Eiffel Tower on the bookshelf.
Then she turned back to Andy and pulled her in for a quick kiss.
The moment she released her, Emily returned to her food.
"Someone has to feed you."
Andy laughed.
"Exactly."
They finished their food in comfortable silence.
Andy reached across the table and laced their fingers together.
She gave Emily’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go and gathering the mugs.
Emily followed with the plates.
Once the dishes had been washed and abandoned to dry, they headed into the living room.
Andy sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Emily settled beside her and, without thinking, rested an arm around her.
Andy leaned against her shoulder.
"Want to watch something?"
Emily nodded.
"Sure."
Andy reached for the remote.
"There’s this new reality show I’ve been wanting to show you."
Emily looked towards the ceiling and inhaled deeply.
Andy enthusiastically explained the terrible premise.
Emily tried not to look completely horrified.
The show was worse than expected.
They kept watching anyway.
Emily’s phone remained untouched on the table.
Andy stayed tucked against her side.
For once, there was nowhere else either of them needed to be.